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Zene és Szöveg : Robin Hugh Gibb 1949 - 2012 ..
Autumn and Friday the winds blew,
July, September, I knew you.
And now as I sit On the sand hill,
I sing our song to the sea.
August October Mid-April, November, may,
Becoming hands make you fly,
I cry it's a curtains today.
In August October the grass grew,
The sky was blue and I want you.
Now as I look out my window,
I see the world carry on.
August October mid-April, November, may,
Becoming hands make you fly,
I cry it's curtains today.
August October mid-April, November, may,
Becoming hands make you fly,
I cry it's curtains today.
I cry , it's curtains today,
I cry , it's curtains today,
I cry , it's curtains today.
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